A Man In A Beast World Novels & Stories

But before he could even process what was happening, the huge beast grabbed his arms and, with a sudden movement, sank its fangs into his arm. “Ah! Damn bitch!” growled the man, feeling the beast tear his arm off. Meanwhile, the other two men jumped back, their hearts nearly leaping out of their chests in fright. “Who... who are you?” You're a damn monster!“ asked one of the men, stunned. The truth is that in the dark world of hybrid bears, they had never seen a beast like Eleftheria's, so they were filled with panic when they saw her. ”I told you to leave me alone!" roared the beast with all her might.

"Really now? I don't know what world you live in, but normal people, don't smell their mates." He abruptly stood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he slowly walked around the table, eyeing me like the prey I assumed he chalked me up to be. "You're right, Little One. Normal people don't do that, do they?" He walked behind William, who sat uncharacteristically still. "But wolves do." Wolves. Those ghostly intense eyes were wolfish. But this man wasn't a wolf, and neither was the beast he turned into. "What are you insinuating? That you're part wolf, a beast, and a man? I'm sorry to say it but that beast looked less wolfish than you do."

"Well, fuck. You survived." “Barely,” I rasp, swallowing a half-laugh. “You’re all fucking insane.” “You’re welcome,” he shoots back with a wink, eyes dancing behind that cracked mask. The Beast stands and stretches, his movements a slow ripple of muscle and power. He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck with a grunt as he gathers cloths. “You did good.” His voice is softer now. Not quite gentle, but something close. He pauses, then adds, “Didn’t think you’d last. But damn... you did good.”

I didn't want to scare our breeder for the sake of Hunter who had strong feelings for her. "I would like to see you try and take her away from me beast. You should be feeling lucky that you still have your neck intact!" He spat. I had no time to talk back and forth. I was a Tasmanian devil and what we did best was attack our prey. I wasted no time in shifting without holding back and growled loudly in warning. "Hera run." The man screamed then charged at me. The humans never learnt their lessons in years and the old fool proved it.

Now, instead of waiting for flying objects to come and slice at them, both the werewolves nodded at each other in agreement before running forward. After running forward for what felt like miles, they came across a man who was dressed in all white, his long hair tied in a ponytail and his long silvery beard nearly reaching his knees. He held a wooden staff in his hand and it was glowing in a dark red light. He was fighting off a few beasts that she had never seen before. The beasts were magical to say the least but what shocked her was that they were even grotesque than the hycwens she was used to seeing.

Somewhere at the training field over the other side, a moss-crawling iron gate slowly opened up, where a group of beasts was running out frantically. The drumming sounds were getting louder and louder. Later, a figure was seen pursuing those beasts from behind. The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was covered with red veins. At this time, the man looked more like a beast than those beasts that ran in front of him. Pretty soon, that man had caught up with that group of beasts. Surprisingly, he fought with a dozen beasts and relied on his strength. Every punch and slap he threw was filled with madness.

I increased my speed not carrying if I gagged. A hilarious growl emerges from his chest and within a blink, he reciprocates. I was on my hands and knees, caged under a huge killer beast body of his. The next second I screamed from the top of my lungs when he entered me, filling till hilt in a single shot. I turned to look in his beast eyes, not his usual self. It's shifting between blue and black, fighting for control. I guess I poked his beast, either way, it's not bothering me, both man and beast belong to me after all. They both can't be separated, it's what the moon goddess creation is, right. He grabbed my hips while sitting on his knees in between my knees. Less than five minutes and m

Jackolsha said wickedly. "This..." "Hold him so he couldn't run away! Since he is the only man-animal on this realm. We are going to disclose this truth! Or else the world will shake!" "This..." 'What is this world!' What is this world? Where Gods is the only men? So all animals here are women but used to change their appearances? "Tit!" ~Mission complete~ "Tit!" ~Ask for help, completed.~ To be continued... Satou, D. Vote ITIBT for more updates!

"Our kind is brought back many years when the first beast, our ancestor, wished he could be human. The Moon Goddess heard his prayer and created a pond in the middle of the forest for him to drink. Once our ancestor drank the magical water, his body transformed into a human but didn't entirely make him human. He still has some of his beast appearance and instincts. He had other beasts drink the water and turn themselves into humans. They adapted quickly, learning the human ways, but they were still considered dangerous to humans because of their existence. Unlike humans, we age slower. When a beastman child turns ten, they are already considered adults." "Wait, once a beastman child turns te

"You…" Felix hesitated, his handsome face tinged with sympathy. Among the beastmen, he was unusual—one of the rare few who preferred human ways of living, and thus he knew a little about our kind. Yet even so, he had never imagined that human society, so advanced and prosperous, could still leave someone to live as miserably as I had. He couldn't understand my parents. Even in the great beastman clans, where offspring were numerous and favoritism existed, they followed the law of the wild—survival of the fittest. Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of.